When sailing in the rain, the river water is boiling, and sails crackle.

The candlelight swayed in the cabin, and it was already dark before I knew it.

"This arrangement should be barely able to deal with it." Zhao Hao stretched, and the personnel arrangements were so laborious and tiring.

"It should be OK..." Xu Wei and Wu Chengen looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

More than that? Is this configuration more than enough to use for the governor?

Of course, it is mainly because of the existence of both of us...

However, I still have to pay silence for the second master, third master, fourth master, sixth clerk, and third class servants in Kunshan County.

They will probably live like a year in the next three years.

"I'm so tired, so tired." Mr. Zhao Er felt that he couldn't bear it after hearing it for a day.

There are too many schools in this yamen. If I go to work alone, I will be killed by those local snakes.

I'm so scared. I have to drink some wine to suppress my shock.

He pulled Xu Wei and Wu Chengen to drink together.

He snatched before Zhao Hao opened his mouth and sweared to the sky: "The last drink today will start tomorrow and the flood will not fade away!"

The official boat had to travel on the Grand Canal for a day before it could reach Suzhou, so Zhao Hao didn't say anything more.

As soon as he entered his cabin, Zhao Hao smelled the strong aroma of stew.

I saw Qiaoqiao wearing thick gloves and putting a steaming large casserole on the table.

"Wow, stew a casserole." Zhao Hao couldn't stop his index finger and smiled happily: "The casserole is the best match for rainy days."

Unexpectedly, the girl's house wrinkled her small nose at him and turned around and went out without saying a word.

"Are you still angry?" Zhao Hao asked Ma Xianglan who brought him water to wash his hands.

"Can you not be angry?" Secretary Ma helped Yifu Jinli glasses and said justice: "The young master agreed to call Qiaoqiao, but when he left, he actually wanted to dump him."

"I want to dump you." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't you see that no one else has a female family? I'm just a special man, it's not a good thing."

"Isn't the young master still young? Of course he still needs someone to take care of him." Secretary Ma took off his glasses and teased him with charming eyes: "No one will laugh at the master for this."

"I can't tell you." Zhao Hao never won Secretary Ma in a verbal battle, so he hung up the battle-free sign and sat at the table waiting for the meal and said, "But to be honest, Kunshan is still quite dangerous. You two should wait until the water recedes before going."

"What's the point?" Secretary Ma also sat at the table, Zhi Yi looked at Zhao Hao and said, "Why don't everyone be together when it's dangerous?"

"Hey, am I worried about you?" Mr. Zhao could not defeat Ma Xianglan's resentful gaze, and turned his face to the other side.

But when he saw Qiaoqiao coming in with a tray, his round little face couldn't help but smile.

When she heard Zhao Hao say that she was worried about her and not other reasons, she wanted her to stay in Jinling, she suddenly felt relieved.

Ma Xianglan had no choice but to cover her forehead. Shouldn’t she say, “But I’m more worried about you!” This sentence is very extra point.

"Eat, it's time to eat." Qiaoqiao felt that she hadn't talked to Zhao Hao for a whole day, and she was so willful. But she was stupid and could only express her apology with delicious food.

When Qiaoqiao lifted the lid of the casserole, the two saw that the golden soup in the pot was still boiling.

In the center of the soup, there is a layer of chicken, a layer of duck, a layer of abalone, and a layer of winter bamboo shoots. Each layer is layered and intertwined, stacked one by one, looking like a circle of dams, guarding the small city made of Dongpo pork and square tofu inside. There are also some exquisite egg-skin dumplings around it.

Without eating, you can experience how much effort Miss Qiaoqiao has put into it.

"I have been stewing for an afternoon, and I don't know if it's delicious." Qiao Qiao took out the charcoal from the casserole and tried it out.

"How could it be that so many good things are stewed together?" Zhao Hao swallowed his saliva and picked up the chopsticks and wanted to taste it.

But just as the chopsticks were about to touch the stacked dam, Zhao Hao suddenly felt aroused in his heart and asked Qiaoqiao, "What's the name of this dish?"

"It's as solid as a soup..." Qiaoqiao's voice is like a mosquito.

The ultimate kill.

Ma Xianglan couldn't help but cover her forehead again, saying that she would not worry about her in the future.

In the afternoon, the girl said that the ingredients on the boat were not complete, so she could only make do with dinner, and she believed it...

What is the lyrics of the lyrics that the young master often hums?

It turns out that every girl is not simple...

Sure enough, Mr. Zhao was immediately excited. "Sister Qiaoqiao, is this your best wish?"

"Yes." Qiaoqiao nodded, her ears turned red and said, "I know you want to fight the flood with the master. I can't say it well, so I want to make a dish for you. But it's a mess..."

Miss Qiaoqiao won’t admit that she has been at home for the past few days, only thinking about how to make this dish. She also asked the chef who was very delicious and thought that she would take it out to offer her treasure after she had a good taste.

If you don’t take action easily, you will catch someone if you take action... This is what my mother teaches.

Miss Qiaoqiao couldn't help but feel ashamed of her scheming.

But Zhao Hao picked up a small egg-skin dumpling and asked, "I can understand everything else, what is this?"

"Boat," Qiaoqiao said with her face. It was actually to color the soup. "If there is a case, let's sit and run..."

"Hahaha!" Zhao Hao laughed happily, ate an egg-skin dumpling in one bite and said, "Sister Qiaoqiao, thank you. But there is no need for a boat, we will definitely be able to guard the Wusong River Embankment!"

"Well, it's definitely possible!" Qiao Qiao focused on her head.

"Can you eat?" After Qiaoqiao showed enough, Secretary Ma asked pitifully with his job.

"Eat, eat together!" Zhao Hao took Qiaoqiao down and sat down, picked up a piece of chopsticks and tasted it, and it felt extremely delicious.

As a result, all three of them were overeating for this meal...

The next afternoon, the two ships arrived at the official ship wharf outside Changmen, Suzhou.

Zhao Shouzheng, who had just woken up from the hangover, was dressed neatly and was about to get off the boat, but he saw an official wearing a sixth-grade uniform, boarding the boat with an umbrella and looking grim.

"Where is Zhao Shouzheng, the acting magistrate of Kunshan?"

"It's the official." Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly clasped his fists at the official. "Don't you know the emperor?"

"I am the chief judge of Suzhou Prefecture, Zhang Jiong, waiting for Guixian at the wharf under the name of the mansion!" The chief judge named Zhang Jiong said, and took out a rain-proof cowhide document bag from his arms.

Then he handed a note from the Suzhou prefect to Zhao Shouzheng and said, "The Lord of the Palace has ordered that the flood has swept across Kunnan this morning. The flood is ruthless and urgent. I will not be able to pay a visit to Guixian. Go to Kunshan to rescue disasters immediately, and there must be no mistakes!"

"Abide by the order!" Zhao Shouzheng quickly took the note with both hands and handed it to Xu Wenchang behind him. Xu Wei opened it and nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

Mr. Zhao clasped his fists at Zhang Jiong and said, "I'm sorry to be a judge. Today is the meeting. After the flood fighting in Japan, I will have a lot of wine. Please give me a gift."

"It's easy to say." Judge Zhang Tong felt relieved, and he bowed to Zhao Shouzheng, and quickly got off the boat.

As a result, Zhao Shouzheng's official ship had just tied the cables and untied the cables again and set sail.
Chapter completed!